YOU that crossed the ocean old, Not from greed of Inca's gold, But to search by vale and mount, Wood and rock, the wizard fount Where Time's harm is well undone, -- Here's to Ponce de Leon, And your liegemen every one! Surely, still beneath the sun, In some region further west, You live on and have your rest, While the world goes spinning round, And the sky hears the resound Of a thousand shrill new fames, Which your jovial silence shames! Strength and joy your days endow, Youth's eyes glow beneath your brow; Wars and vigils are forgot, And the Scytheman threats you not. Tell us, of your knightly grace, Tell us, left you not some trace Leading to that wellspring true Where old souls their age renew? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING COUNT THAT DAY LOST by MARY ANN EVANS THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD by SAM WALTER FOSS THE GHOSTS OF THE BUFFALOES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE WOODSPURGE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI HYMN OF PAN by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SARGENT'S PORTRAIT OF EDWIN BOOTH AT THE PLAYERS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |